i want to talk.
to go for a brisk walk.
i want to stop
and smell the streets
and hear the traffic
and watch the people
scamper robotically
like ants on a farm
with a sense for servitude
built into their DNA.
please, tell me where to go?
i want to talk.
with someone who also likes to walk,
and bear their soul, and use their words,
and think about their own contemplations,
and give advice and take some back,
and laugh and sob and gasp and sigh,
and go on and on and on and on,
without ever hitting a wall.
i used to really miss my friends.
now i miss having any at all.
please, tell me who i am?
the modern world is a charade.
a burlesque, obsequious parade.
we flock, then balk and gawk and mock,
then squawk and stalk and knock and walk,
then once a year:
it’s bell let’s talk!
still. there’s no time for a heart to heart.
but all is well.
i’ve shared the meme.
i’ve done my part.
please, tell me what to do?